Wow! You are reading this! That's pretty sweet. I was looking at someones house and I clicked on there diary. It said "This diary is sad and empty." Well I found that boring and depressing so I decided to write a story in my diary. I'm making this up on the spot... so I don't know how good it will be... I have decided it shall be long and descriptive so beware...

"Oh shit!" muttered Perletum as her hand ran over her ankle where her gun was supposed to be strapped on. She glanced along the wall where her fellow laurus soldiers lay hidden. There black leather coats blending them into the wall. How was she supposed to see her gun like this. There was no light, the sky above was Pitch dark. Perletum inched along the ground, her fingers running along the bumpy squishy wall. She let out a gasp as her hand hit something hard that had a long spike protruding from it's back. She grabbed the gun and let her hands fly over it. It felt like a usual pistil except for the four inch long spike that stuck out of it's back. She let out a sigh of relief.

That's all for now!